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NSFW Ghost Rambling - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Simon knows damn well how big he is. In height, in stature, in.. everything, really. Even dear Soap is dwarfed at least somewhat by him. So, yeah, he knows how massive he is.

And admittedly now, as he's leaning over you, thick digits gently, gradually working you open, he doesn't know quite how to feel about it. Rare is it that the man ever gets considerably worried about anything, but he's just not sure how he's supposed to fit.

Much like everyone else, you're smaller than him. Perhaps not by a considerable amount, but you feel so goddamn tight around his fingers. Part of him is worried his dick will outright detach when he goes to pull out later.

Uncertainty is twisted on his face, and you think he's bound to burn two new holes in your junk if he stares at it with that perplexed expression any longer. You reach down for his wrist, trying to both soothe and ground him despite your own oncoming pleasurable brain fog.

Pulled from his thoughts, he looks up to meet your gaze and swallows. He can already tell what you're thinking. What you're about to ask. His hand stills for a moment.

"Don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," you breathe in response. "It'll be okay, yeah? We'll be okay."

He doesn't answer initially, seeming to contemplate your words. Soaking them in and visibly relaxing before he nods.

"Yeah, love."

When he's actually pushing into you, his eyes are trained on your face. One hand is cupping it, and the other thumbs slow circles over the thigh it's holding open. Not once does he look away. He's watching, ready at any second to internally reprimand himself if-

You whine. His hips stop dead immediately.

There's a sort of look he gives you. Questioning the noise in the silence that's followed it.

"Want it," you plead. "Simon.."

He has more trust in you than anything else in this world, honestly, and the way your brows are knitted, eyes fluttering just so with each soft pant.. How did he ever get so lucky? Whatever higher power it is that's spared him long enough to let him have you, he thanks for it.

He leans down farther, propping himself up on one elbow so he can tuck his face into your neck as he starts up again. With every sound that escapes, he peppers your throat with kisses. Each one makes the dull, burning ache from the stretch so very worth it.

"So good," he murmurs, like sinking into you is breathing new life into him. "Takin' it like a champ. Fuckin' beautiful."

He does eventually still again, not quite bottomed out, but content with the depth since you are. He just holds you and let's you adjust, grinding forward ever so carefully on occasion while he continues to whisper praises until you're ready for him to properly move.

“You vex me,” Alastor noted, his thumb resting lightly against Lucifer’s pulse point as they swayed to the crooning notes of an old radio. “You’re the only soul I know whose touch burns, but does not feel like a brand.”

“And such a thing vexes you?”

Lucifer was watching the overlord’s face carefully, his gloved hands on Alastor’s waist. Black antlers elongated just slightly as Alastor’s fingers twitched against Lucifer’s skin.

“To no end.”

..⠀⠀⠀𝗣𝗢𝗶𝗦𝗶𝗢𝗡⠀⠀⠀♡⠀gojo satoru drabble

his moans and whimpers were like music to their ears. "you're such a good boy for me, 'toru." the sound of a pathetic , needy man filled the room. you were on top of the man, his face red from seeing you in such a position. he never expected this to happen, one minute you guys were drinking with the others next thing you know you're in gojo's room, sitting on his cock, not moving.

"(name), please, its been 5 minutes i can't ─" gojo bit his bottom lip, he couldn't take it anymore. "you can't what?" (name) asked, "you thought you were slick, didn't you? i saw you with those women, satoru." they grabbed his face, the two locking eyes. "you and i both know those women can't fill your desires, your cravings, the need to be fucked like i can." gojo nodded quickly. "i-i'm sorry (name) i just ─" (name) shook their head. "no but's, you don't get to cum until i'm ready to make you cum, ya hear?"

"please sweetheart, 'm sorry i won't do it again, please just ride me i can't do this anymore," gojo begged, his cock was throbbing inside them. ( name ) thought for a second, biting their bottom lip. he looked pathetic, they watched as gojo continued to beg for them to move, tears forming in his eyes, they almost felt bad for him. "okay, baby, i'll help you.." ( name ) cooed, kissing his forehead.

( name ) sat up, lifting themself off of him, gojo's cock covered in their juices as they slammed themselves back down on him, making the man moan happily. "now say thank you," ( name ) demanded as their hands roamed all over the man's body.

( name ) started to ride him, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. "( name )!" gojo moaned out loud as they rode his cock. "ah fuck 'toru, you're such a good boy aren't you," ( name ) moaned out. "my sweet baby, my pretty boy ─ fuck !" the sound of ( name ) praising him was music to his ears, he grabbed ( name )'s hips, slamming them down as he started thrusting upwards, meeting their pace. ( name ) moaned loudly, their body quivering from the suddent thrust. "fuck, gonna cum..." gojo said softly, "can i cum inside you? please angel, please let me cum inside you..." ( name ) groaned as their movements sped up. "of course baby, you can...cum inside...me," she said breathlessly between moans.

gojo whined, "( name ), my love...my sweetheart, 'm gonna..." with one final thrust, gojo released inside them, "FUCK!" panting heavily as ( name ) patted his head. his legs were shaking, his breathing shallow.

"you did so well 'toru," ( name ) muttered, "so so well." gojo smiled softly, his face red, sweat droplets on his forehead as ( name ) grabbed his chin forcing him to look up at them. a grin as they looked at him with desire.

"but we're not done just yet."

shoutout to my pookies : @rinmine @liuhko ily <3

Could I ask for some fluff of a Hank x Reader x 2BDamned? If that's okay, please!

Hello! Of course you can! Here you go!

Poly 2BHank x Reader Fluff

I would say that the both of them are rather busy people, so you won’t be spending too much time together. It’s not like they can make too much time for each other either, though. However, they’ll try. It’s fairly risky for everyone involved, especially for you. If you’re not part of S.Q. then you’ll likely become the target of some attack if you’re seen with Doc. If you’re seen with Hank, if people can tell you’re affiliated with him, then they’ll attack you as well. So really, you’ll be at a disadvantage either way. However, it’s not like either of them feel like going out too much with you. Yes, Hank will want to get some hot dogs with you at some point since he does like those, but after a mission he’s usually torn as a rag and just wants to sleep. Doc is well aware of the dangers he poses towards your wellbeing, so he actively chooses to not go out with you too much either. However, that doesn’t mean that the three of you can’t be lovey dovey at home. It’s very rare to see Hank and Doc cuddle properly with each other, but it happens. Neither of them are touchy people, but sometimes you just desire the touch of a loved one, so you might catch Hank sitting on the floor next to Doc from time to time, his head in his lap. Hank could fall asleep like this too, actually, but he wants to protect you and Doc, so he usually doesn’t. Doc sometimes has a hand on Hank’s shoulder and gently rubs it to show he’s there for him, but he needs his other hand to go through files. If you join Hank on his endeavours, cuddling up to Doc yourself, then the grunt will sigh in feign annoyance and get away from his work for some time to give the two of you some attention. You can get him to settle down for the night like this as well, but he will only begrudgingly do so. 2B may not be the cuddliest person out there, and neither is Hank, but he does enjoy some physical touch from time to time. You will likely switch it up when it comes to cuddling. While you may be the little spoon now, chances are you’ll be the big spoon next time. 2B and Hank are versatile like that. While Hank may prefer holding someone as he falls asleep, if he’s not headed to bed then he can go either way.

Although it’s rare for Hank to show his softer side, he will do so for you and Doc only. Sometimes he’ll come back from a mission, bloody and almost entirely disassembled, holding a few flowers he found. Maybe even a nice scarf or a cool weapon. Despite being a very confident grunt, he knows he can easily protect you, he does believe that you having a weapon yourself would help you with defending yourself. Sometimes he’ll get you a nice katana, one like he has. Other times you can expect a rocket launcher or chainsaw from him as well. His metaphorical tail starts wagging whenever either you or Doc accept his gifts and thank him. He did a good job on this one, you will be safe and sound from here on out. Give him a nice pat, either on his arm or head, and he’ll happily grunt away. Doc pats Hank from time to time and Hank absolutely loves it. However, only you and Doc are allowed to do that, anyone else will be dealt with immediately. Hank definitely doesn’t mind being treated like a dog from time to time. If he’s in a good mood you can call him a good boy and put his face in your hands, he eats that right up. Be enthusiastic about it as well and he’ll lightly headbutt you. Don’t get mad at him for doing so, he doesn’t know what to do with these positive emotions, so he goes straight for gentle violence again.

Going on dates with the two of them mostly consists of something simple. Doc usually suggests Burger Gil’s since no one cares that Hank is there. People are there for the food, not to get mauled by Hank, so they usually leave you alone. Sometimes the three of you go to take a look at the red sun on a cliff as well, though, and reminisce about the better times. Hank still remembers the greenery that used to be in Nevada. He doesn’t remember it well since he doesn’t miss it in the slightest, but he’s lived a good chunk of his life surrounded by plants. Doc barely remembers them, but he still thinks back on them fondly. While neither of the two of them may be sentimental people, they do like discussing the past. There’s always something new to be learned about each other. There’s this unspoken trust between the three of you, so you know each other better than anyone else. For example, you know that Hank likes being picked up, even if he’s far too tall and heavy for that these days. Sometimes you pretend to try and pick him up just to make him feel good. One fact you’ve learned about Doc is that he sometimes, when you and Hank are asleep, likes to hold one hand of each of you. Sometimes he can’t sleep well, or at all, so he opts to spend that time resting from time to time. He won’t particularly go all out in holding you since he doesn’t wanna risk waking you, you’re both extremely tired, after all, but he does like holding your hands, sometimes playing with your fingers as well. He denies this, but you both know it happens. Sometimes Hank makes fun of Doc for it in his usual demeanour, but he secretly loves it. Hank’s favourite activity aside from killing and maiming is helping you and Doc out with whatever you need, even if it’s just holding the wrench. Doc loves showing you his creations. While he knows you likely won’t understand a word he’s saying, he explains them to you anyway. Besides, if he’s made a mistake thinking it over, then he’s more likely to find it while talking. Besides, he gets to spend time with you, what else could he possibly want?

I’m gonna try to just write a fanfic drabble and not think too hard about it

Caroline/Monique is just like. Does it matter that they have never met in canon? Nope! Does it matter that you would actually need some pretty elaborate backstory to explain how they are dating? Nope! Do we even really know much about either of these characters? Nope! We'll just ship them anyway 🤷‍♂️

it always sends a little shock thru me when i find fic writers who write for fem readers but say they won’t write for fem reader x fem character for one reason or another i cant tell if it bothers me or makes me giggle

Knees

I think I often imagine myself on my knees in the worst moments of my life even if I wasn't actually kneeling when they were happening to me. But these worst moments were never really just moments, either. They were things that happened and then continued to happen in the back of my mind no matter how much further I moved from their point of origin, from their bitter birth and endless life. So I don't think its a lie. I don't think its a fancy reimagining that adds a layer of depth I wasn't apt enough to add myself when in the moment. Because even if i wasn't on my knees when they happened, I happened to find myself on my knees some time after and probably because of them.

I don't want to say that I was kneeling because that would be dishonest. I wasn't folding towards the floor in utter awe to place my dignity below another, I was sat uncomfortably, and probably with a dash of fear, placing my weight upon my bony and labored knees because there was nothing better I could think to do in that instance. There was no guiding spirit coursing through me, and if there were, the pills and abundance of spite rolling through my veins were probably defending their territory with enough blind righteousness to send it away. No spirit, no posture, no cleanliness. I never was very good at keeping my floors clean.

There was nothing religious about it unless your experience with religion covers uncouth language and a strictness you carry behind your shoulder blades. A father who never listened, a mother you couldn't save from the rest of her children. A strange hole in your chest you're not sure who to blame for and who you should try to fill it with, and a lasting habit of asking cosmic questions to yourself in the mirror after not showering for a few days at least. So maybe it wasn't an act of religious joy itself, but there was no denying the familiar dull ache of repentance flowing through me as my body was thrown into a crude rendition of the angelic pose due to a lack of a better option. Does this mean I should start going to church again, or should I throw away my favorite cross necklace?

Semi-NSFW Ghost Ramblings - MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Discussions of deep depression.)

Depression's a bitch. Always finding a way to halt you in your tracks, bringing you to an abrupt, crumbling stop. Simon can tell it's starting up again. You manage to perform most of your daily necessities, but he doesn't miss the way you practically drag through them.

You eat slower, eat less. Your showers have been taking longer. Laundry doesn't get put in the wash til you're struggling to find clean clothes, fatigue pants mismatched with an undershirt, or something of the sort.

He can't place the root cause of it, but he's smart enough to not let you continue sinking deeper into it. At least if he can, that is. Stubborn thing you are.

You're a little caught off guard when he comes knocking on the door to your room one night, and even more so when he pushes past you, letting himself in. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, you've been thrown over his shoulder. He turns back the way he came, ignoring your questions and muttered pleas to be put down.

"Settin' you straight," he says when you eventually give up.

That's the only explanation you get until you've entered the showers. You recognize the room by the tile and lift your head a bit. Odd. What're the lights already on for? Should be off long by now at this hour.

Just as you begin to get a feel for your surroundings, you're lifted off Simon's shoulder and set down on what you can only assume is the edge of the sinks. You're a little too disoriented by the sudden movement to tell straight away.

"You gonna be good for me, yeah?" he queries, and you can feel his hands slide up your thighs as he moves to stand between them.

Confusion knits your brows.

"Didn't do anything," you object.

His fingers twitch, grip tightening by a fraction. You try to ignore the way it makes your cheeks heat up.

"Not what I asked."

His tone brooks no argument. Clearly, whatever it is he wants, he'll be having none of your little complaints tonight. You concede and give a tentative nod. Judging by the look in his eye, you can only assume he's pleased with the change of attitude.

He reaches behind you, retrieving.. a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. Both are new. Not particularly extraordinary, flimsy things that come standard issued in this line of work, but he doesn't know where you keep your toiletries and frankly couldn't be bothered to look. Grabbing these from the locker room storage closet was easier.

You glance over your shoulder to watch him wet the toothbrush, then glob the paste on it's multicolored bristles. When he brings it around infront of you his other hand is already reaching up to grip your jaw, though it stops short.

"Open your mouth."

You hesitate, glancing between him and the toothbrush. Hell, if he wanted you to brush your teeth you didn't understand why he couldn't let you do it yourself. He fixes you with a look, and you slowly do as you're told. He wrenches a thumb gently into your mouth, cocking it up to get you to open wider.

Your cheeks flush brighter, the faintest whine escaping once he starts brushing your teeth.

"Shh, there ya go," he soothes. "Just be good for me. You're doin' so well already."

Once it comes to brushing your tongue he has the tip pinched between his fingers. The whole thing feels strangely intimate, especially when he accidentally dips the toothbrush back too far and makes you gag. He curses under his breath, muttering a hushed 'sorry' as he finishes up.

He continues on with his little whispers of how good you're being, reassuring you every chance he gets. Unfortunately, it's getting you more and more worked up by the second.

When all is said and done your breath is coming out in soft pants, your face and gut burning with feelings you didn't expect to arise from such an exchange. Shit.

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Part two, perhaps? Maybe as a little treat. Keep an eye out for it. Feel free to ask to be tagged if you're interested. <3

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forcing myself to write stuff at an ungodly hour bc i feel unproductive

Gosh I just love rereading fics

you can’t really write tragedy just for the sake of it, not really.

and there are exceptions, of course, because there are exceptions to any rule, but it’s hard. you can write about the saddest thing that you can think of, a burnt plush left behind on the side of the road, or a once thriving town that’s fallen into disarray, and maybe it will have an effect, maybe it’ll even mean the world to someone, but it’s so much harder to strike a chord that way.

because tragedy isn’t made by the story, or even by the plot. you can have sad stories, of course, and they can be the most beautiful thing in the world, and maybe people will call it tragic, and maybe they won’t.

because tragedy is hidden away in the soft moments in between. in soft kisses lovers share to say goodbye, in the way you hold someone when you know the world is crumbling around you. it’s stored within each moment, and creeps in when you’re least expecting it.

because something sad may happen in a story, and sometimes, it’ll leave you with your breath caught in your throat, but a tragedy is more than just the moments that leave you reeling. 

it’s in the lines that have you laughing hard enough for tears to form in your eyes, or the scenes that have you smiling so hard it hurts, or in the quiet moments that are sweeter than honey and leave you wanting more, because that’s it, isn’t it?

a tragedy is about showing you all the things that could’ve been, and then telling you that they were doomed from the start. 

I am revising/editing (my own) over 4k first chapter and am having a bit of an identity crisis.

I just remembered the Writer's Month prompts shoudl be going live soon-ish, and honestly, I'm super fucking excited for them because that way i'll hopefully finally get back into writing daily!